Sunday, May 9, 2010

today (more than ever)

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
as I foretold you, were all spirits, and
are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
the cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
the solemn temples, the great globe itself,
yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
and, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
leave not a rack behind.

William Shakespeare
The Tempest (IV, I, 148-156)

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